Christ's Death

Poem By Lillian Joyce Merrill

Before you turn your back on Christ Jesus,
Take a good long look at His
Bruised and battered, thus was He
Suffering much for our iniquity.
See the torn, lacerated, bleeding flesh,
Cut to the bone by the scourging whip.
Feel the thorny crown being pressed deep into his brow.
Know the agony of being nailed to the stake,
And pierced by the point of a spear.
As He breathes his last agonizing breath,
Hear His pleading cry, "Father forgive them,
For they know not what they do."
Can you truly turn your back on one who suffered so much for you?

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